Chapter 1055: Ron in Dreams and Thoughts

In fact, Harry did not fall asleep. He lay uneasily in bed for three hours as he contemplated horrific revenge methods.

But limited by his imagination, until the end, Harry could not think of any good way to be worthy of what the Ministry of Magic was doing.

Their final exam, History of Magic, didn't start until the afternoon. Although Harry desperately wanted to go back to bed after breakfast, he spent the last minute revising on the field before the exam, so he held his head in the common room and did his best to take the three and a half inches Hermione had left him. Read the notes one more time without falling asleep.

It was a difficult thing to do, but fortunately, Harry persevered, even if it made him terribly sad.

The fifth graders entered the hall at two o'clock and had their exam papers spread out in front of them. Harry felt tired. He had wanted it to be over from the beginning, so that he could go off to sleep, and then tomorrow, he and Ron would go play Quidditch - he would fly on Ron's broom - to get away from revision.

Too bad the rocket crossbow wasn't returned, even in Umbridge's absence...

"Open your exam papers," Professor Marchbank said from the front of the hall, turning over the hourglass. "You can begin."

Harry started to answer the first question. But after he thought about it for several seconds, not a single word came to his mind, and there was only a buzzing bee disturbing his thoughts. Slowly and tortuously, he finally began to write answers. He found it difficult to remember the jumble of names and dates.

He only skipped question 4 (from your point of view, talk about whether the goblin rebellion in the 8th century was caused by the establishment of laws to better manage wands), thinking that he would have time to go back in the end. He tried to answer question five (how many secret edicts were issued in 749 to prevent multiple standards of measurement) but he had a nitpicky guess that he was missing a few points; he had a feeling the vampire was supposed to be somewhere in the story. appeared somewhere. He looked up for a question he could answer quickly and his eyes fell on the number 0 (Describe the circumstances surrounding the founding of the World Federation of Wizards and explain why the wizards of Liechtenstein opposed joining?)

"I know that," thought Harry, now looking up at the large hourglass on the table next to Professor Marchbank. He was sitting behind Parvati Patil, her long black hair covering the back of her desk. Once or twice he caught sight of a faint flash of gold when she shook her head, and had to knock his head lightly to wake him up. All the quills around Harry wanted to write fast on the parchment, tearing holes out of it, as if they were racing. The sun on the back of his head was hot.

What has the World Federation of Wizards done to the wizards in Liechtenstein?

Harry had the feeling that something was swirling in his brain. He stared blankly at the back of Parvadi's head again.

If he wanted to answer Liechtenstein's question perfectly, then he only had to open a window in the back of her head to see what was causing the rift between the World Federation of Wizards and Liechtenstein wizards.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his hands in them, in order to darken and cool his sunburned eyelids.

The World Federation of Wizards once hoped to stop giant hunting and give giants rights. But Liechtenstein has been troubled for a long time by a particularly brutal tribe of giants in the mountains.

This is it. He opened his eyes; they stared at the burning white parchment. Slowly, he wrote two lines about giants, and then read them as quickly as possible. That didn't seem very rich and detailed, but Harry was definitely in Hermione's notes, and had pages and pages of notes about the Federation.

He closed his eyes again and tried to remember them, the first meeting of the Federation in France, and yes, he had written that the goblins tried to attend and were expelled. He also wrote. No one from Liechtenstein is participating.

"Think" he told himself, putting his face in his hands while everyone around him was writing and the sand in the hourglass in front of him was still draining.

He walked forward again along the cold, dark corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries, walking steadily and regularly, occasionally jogging for a while, and finally decided that he had reached his destination.

The black door swayed open for him as usual, and he stood in a circular room with many portals. Walking straight up the stone steps and through the second door, the lights on the wall and floor made a mechanical ticking sound, but there was no time to visit, he had to hurry.

He took a few final steps to the third door, which, like the others, was ajar for him. He once again came to the large room filled with shelves and glass balls, his heart beating very fast now. He was ready to go there this time.

When he reached the number 97 he turned left and walked through the corridor between the two rows. But there was a shadow at the end of the floor, a black shadow that moved across the floor like a wounded animal.

Harry's stomach clenched with fear and excitement. A voice came out of his own mouth, a towering, cold and completely inhuman voice.

"Give me that. Put it down, now, I can't touch him, but you can."

The dark figure on the floor moved. Harry saw a wand in his hand, a hand with slender white fingers, and then heard a tall, cold voice say, "Cruciato!"

The man on the ground screamed in pain and tried to stand up but fell down. Harry was laughing. He raised his wand and the spell ceased and the figure's moans died down.

"Voldemort is waiting." Slowly, his hands shaking, the man on the ground lifted his shoulders an inch or two and then raised his head. His face was stained with blood and looked haggard, and his face, twisted in pain, still held a challenging fortitude.

"You must kill me," Sirius whispered.

"In the end I will, without a doubt," said the cold voice, "but you have to get my things first, Blake. Do you want more pain? Think about it again. We have several hours. And no one can hear you scream."

But someone screamed as Voldemort raised his wand again. Someone yelled, pushing the hot table onto the cold stone floor. But when Harry hit the ground he was awake, but still screaming, his scars burning like fire, and the whole hall was looking at him as if they were mentally ill, except for his roommates. Know what this means.

…

"I'm not going, I don't need to go to the hospital ward, I don't want to-" Harry was trying his best to persuade Professor Sinistra to stay away from him. At this moment, Professor Sinistra was leading Harry through the foyer under the gaze of the surrounding students, and he was looking at Harry with a more concerned expression than usual.

"I'm fine, sir," Harry stammered, wiping the sweat from his face, "I just had a nightmare when I fell asleep."

"The pressure of exams!" the old wizard said in a pitiful tone, patting Harry's shoulder feebly with his hand, "It's over, young man, it's over. Now, have some refreshing drinks, you may be almost ready. Let’s go back to the hall. The exam is almost over, but have you answered the last question perfectly?”

"Yes," said Harry savagely, "I mean I think I did the best I could."

"Very good, very good," the old wizard said softly, "I have to go and take away your test paper. I suggest you lie down for a while."

"I will." Harry nodded vigorously, "Thank you very much!"

The moment the old man's heels disappeared in the hall, Harry immediately jumped up the marble steps and ran quickly along the corridor where the muttering portraits kept coming. He climbed several stairs at one step, like a violent burst of energy. Hurricane rushed to the door of the hospital ward, causing Madam Pomfrey, who was pouring a blue liquid into the open-mouthed Walton, to yell in warning: "Potter, what do you think you are doing?"

"I need to see Professor McGonagall," Harry said breathlessly, the air tearing at his lungs. "It's urgent now."

"She is not here, Potter." Madam Pomfrey said sadly: "Early this morning, she was transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Four coma spells hit her chest together. At her age, there was no way to kill her. It’s a miracle she died.”

"She's gone?" Harry said in shock. The bell rang outside the dormitory, and he could hear the usual rumble on the far floor as students walked out of classrooms and into the hallways. He was still staring at Madam Pomfrey, fear rising within him. There's no one here to tell them anything. Dumbledore is gone. Hagrid is gone. Fanlin and Hermione also left.

But he always wished Professor McGonagall was here, she could be irritable and stubborn but always a rock she could rely on.

"I'm not surprised at your shock, Potter," said Madam Pomfrey, with a look of strong approval on her face. "If they had dared to do this in daylight they would have been killed by Minerva McGonagall. Knocked out. Cowards! That's why they do this, despicable cowards! If I wasn't worried about what you students would do without me, I would have resigned."

"Yes." Harry said expressionlessly. He walked aimlessly out of the ward and came to the corridor where he was. He was bumped back and forth by the crowd. Panic spread in his body like poisonous gas, so that his head began to feel dizzy and he could not think about what to do.

Fan Lin and Hermione's voices suddenly appeared in his mind, don't stay away from friends...

Harry started running again, jostling the students to make a way for him and ignoring their angry protests. When he saw them hurrying toward him at the head of the marble staircase, he ran back two flights more.

"Harry," Ron said immediately, with a frightened expression, "What happened? Are you okay? Are you sick? Where have you been?"

The barrage of questions made Harry feel uncomfortable, but Harry still felt very relieved. Ron was more useful than before, and at least he could come up with some good ideas.

"Follow me." Harry said quickly, "Come in. I want to tell you something." He led the fans through the corridor on the first floor, vigilantly. Through the door, he finally found an empty classroom and rushed in. He immediately closed the door the moment Ron came in, leaned against the door, faced him and said: "Voldemort has caught Sirius."

"What?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"how do you--"

"Saw it. Just now, when I fell asleep during the exam."

"But-but where? How did it happen? Just like dad?" Ron's face was full of fear. Obviously, Mr. Weasley's incident had cast a big shadow on Ron.

"I don't know," Harry, "but I know the exact location. It's a room in the Ministry of Magic filled with shelves of glass spheres. They're at the end of row 97, and he's trying to use Sirius to get one of his Wanting something from there, he was torturing him, threatening to kill him and finish him off."

Harry found his voice and his knees shaking. He moved a chair and sat down trying to control himself.

"How do we get there?" Harry asked Ron. A moment of silence. Then Ron said: "W-where?"

"Go to the Department of Mysteries so we can save Sirius." Harry shouted loudly.

"But, Harry." Ron said weakly.

"What? What?" said Harry. He couldn't understand why Ron was staring at him as if he were saying something incredible.

"Harry," Ron said in a trembling voice, "Uh, what? How did Voldemort sneak into the Ministry of Magic without anyone realizing he was there?"

"How do I know!" Harry roared: "The question is how do we get in! And, as Fan Lin said, he appeared there last time, last time!"

"But, Harry... no one can discover him, if he can sneak into the Ministry of Magic..." Ron said. As a person who has lived in the magical world since childhood, Ron's understanding of the Ministry of Magic is obviously more pure.

Ron hesitated for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to explain the incredible situation to Harry, and then took a step towards him, "It is 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Normally at this time, the Ministry of Magic is usually crowded with people. , where am I, so... How could Voldemort and Sirius break in without being seen? Harry, they are the wizards they want to catch most in the world. Do you think they can break into a crowded building? A building full of Aurors without being discovered? Especially when the Aurors are going crazy and everyone knows them both!"

"I don't know, maybe Voldemort used an invisibility cloak or something!" Harry shouted. "Anyway, I always see the Department of Mysteries being completely empty."

"You've never been there, Harry!" Ron said hesitantly, "I promise, you've never left here, you've only dreamed of that place."

"That's not an ordinary dream!" Harry shouted in Ron's face, and stood up and took a step towards Ron, "How do you explain your father's affairs? This explains everything, otherwise how would I know about him?" What happened?"

"Oh, maybe you're right..." Ron looked at Harry quietly and said, but thinking of Dumbledore's explanation, Ron had to calm down and think again.

"Oh, yes, maybe Sirius will be sent on some mission by Dumbledore, just like my father... But, not now... Harry, the defense of important departments of the Ministry of Magic is much stronger than you think, Just like what Fan Lin said... the magic circle will immediately detect the entry and exit of people who do not belong to the Ministry of Magic. Even Dumbledore cannot leave any traces... I am very willing to believe you, I swear, but..." (To be continued)